anger fuelled

“Look at your damn face. Look at them arms”.

“I know.”

“Jax - hey, s'probably enough now”.

“Why?”

“I actually see your point”.

“Just for the record, I know you had that dark magic shit once that made you strong or whatever, but what was your plan for if I didn’t stop, were you gonna shoot me?”

“Nothin’, kid. Nothin’ at all”.

“Aw thanks, Ol.”

“What?”

“Found it in m'moms things”.

“Your mom?”

“Pheebs, you’re okay... I’m here.”

“When you’re done, I’d like to go home.”

“Sorry, where are my manners?”

“Want some?”.

“Paige... what are you-? Starting a moonshine business?”

“When you’re finished..”.

“And why the hell would someone give you an authoritative figure role?”

“Y'freakishly tall, bu’ somehow.. still annoyingly Jax like”.

“Shut up, Sawyer.”

“Stop staring at me.”

“Yeah but… like this?”.

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Mm, good.”

“Maybe tha’s cus it expanded by a couple hundred inches”.